The Mystery House
James just moved to a new neighbourhood. He loves the freshness and fragrance of the surrounding atmosphere which is not in any way compared to where he is coming from. A perfect example of urbanization at its peak. An ideal model of urbanization and its attending problems. At sunset, after the day’s work, he sits on the porch to watch the sun take a sink and the clouds retire into their chambers ushering the star-spangled night sky. A view he most admires. He calls it a view that harnesses his creative prowess from the rind.
Every evening, some metres away he hears sounds of laughter and music. It is like an everyday festivity. At times, he sees people on the porch holding either a plate or a glass cup talking and laughing. Although occasionally he is drawn to the music being played, he still wonders who they are.
Don’t they have other things to do? Why on earth will some people choose to funfair without end? Isn’t there more to life than that? These are his thoughts.
One evening, he decides to move close and have a view. As he draws closer, the sound emanating from the building dwindles. By the time he is fully close, he can not hear any sound. All of a sudden, the door swings open, people rush out like soldiers ready for battle and stand on the porch looking at him. His heart almost jumps out of his mouth. Then they become lifeless like mannequins. He takes to his heels without looking back.
The next day, he can not find the house. It is no more at its usual spot. It has vanished.